A simplicity of heart that was its own ticket of admission

I have lots of weird band kid problems, like random calluses on my hands and the inability to walk out of step with the person next to me. But the one I had tonight was not my fault...it was the lack of a trumpet player so we didn't get to do a drive-by pep rally for the kids who are camping out tonight for tomorrow's six o'clock game.

So now I'm watching the end of Pride and Prejudice to make up for this disappointment. I rather hope "we all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man" is not the reaction my friends and family have if/when I get engaged. It's one of those things that's funny in a novel but would most definitely not be in real life. Watching this movie also makes me miss playing the piano so much...I can play some of this music myself and reading Austen is what inspired me to make an effort at piano there for a while in high school. (The only song I can play by memory still is a product of that period.)

Also, yesterday I saw that something was being set up outside the art building (there's a nice courtyard there). Today I realized it looked like one of Gatsby's parties on a small scale...white tablecloths and pretty colored lanterns in the trees. Unlike Gatsby's parties, however, it was only for rich donor people. I realize that Gatsby's parties were for similarly rich people who liked to show off their wealth in different ways, but I'm still disappointed that it was impossible for anyone with a dress and a dream to show up for the endless romanticism.

Now I'm going to watch Elizabeth and Darcy dance a few more times...

The dullest blog post ever.

I've decided that Club Mullins is too loud during the fall semester due to all the frats and sororities that use it for study hours...so I've decided to study in the band hall for now. I'm under the unfortunate impression that doing really well in other classes will ensure that I get a good grade in history...which is not at all true. I can't decide if I find 19th century history really dull or if it's just that I find social history really dull. Either way, studying for my history midterm is really dull. Meh. I should really get back to it.

High School Cowgirls and Jerryworld, Take 3

Although I know my German skills have been constantly improving from the 3 words I knew when I started college, sometimes I seriously doubt that. Like tonight. I had to look up what "ihr" meant. (It means y'all. It's one of the pronouns you use for basic conjugation.) But I'm going to keep my chin up and do well on my test tomorrow.

I was in Dallas yesterday. It started out looking like it was going to be not so much fun, but I ended up having a blast...although I still do not understand why there are girls dressed up as cowgirls at every Texas high school. The high schools I've seen are in Dallas...Dallas is not in the country. The Arkansas game was fun though! I got all happy and such when it looked like we were going to lose like at Bama again. (True story. I can be the happy one when everyone else gets upset about football.) Then at halftime, I came up with a second-half strategy: for the Hogs to defend their goal while offending A&M. The second part of this strategy was to win. It worked extremely well. And while on the subject of that game, I'd like to say that I have the best little brothers ever in KKPsi. They end up near me in every game. Kody listens to my incessant chatter about how I'm confused as to what's going on and Matt would turn around and high five me whenever something good happened.

Although I'm tired and always always always have something else to do for school right now, I have to admit that my life isn't bad. :) I've got friends that put up with my through my random stages of grouchiness and the sweet prospect of a trip home in 12 days.